First was a woman who was pregnant and from Costa Rica. She felt hopeless and I was at my peak of attractiveness in the Army. She reached out to me just to feel anything from anyone and we just happened to click on a bunch of nerdy mutual interests.
Second... I look back and I wonder if she sincerely has multiple personality disorder or if it was all just a really, really convincing act. But she spent 2 years manipulating me and lying to me. I wasn't her fiance. I was a mark. I was a con.
That's the type of women who like me. The desperate and the ones looking for free meals. Yeah, that means something alright...